The world was a better place before the disaster. The sky was a splendid blue, the grass was lavish and green, and individuals approached their regular routines cool as a cucumber. Yet, all that changed in a moment.

It began with a weak thundering, similar to a quake. However, as the seconds ticked by, the thundering became stronger and more serious. Individuals began to frenzy and get away, however it was past the point of no return. The ground opened up and gulped everything in its way.

Structures disintegrated to the ground, vehicles were tossed like toys, and the sky turned a profound shade of red. The air was thick with residue and trash, and the survivors who rose up out of the destruction were passed on to get the bits of their broke world.

The rare sorts of people who endured the disaster were left to battle for themselves. The urban communities were in ruins, and the framework that once upheld millions was currently only rubble. The survivors needed to figure out how to get by in a world that was threatening and unforgiving.

They rummaged for food and sanctuary, and attempted to remain stowed away from the risks that hid everywhere. The world had turned into where just the solid made due, and the survivors must be ingenious, tricky, or more all else, tough.

The disaster had made history, and the survivors realize that things could at no point ever go back in the future. They were passed on to consider what had caused the upheaval, and whether it was a catastrophic event or something more evil. Yet, until further notice, they had additional squeezing concerns - endurance.